Welcome.

[azumods]

AWAKENING. You're asleep, and the first thing you're aware of is the pulse. It comes quickly, flooding through your system and jolting you awake; the room you're in is dimly-lit but the bed you're in is soft, and while all of this is jarring you'll soon become rather aware that you aren't going through this alone. The room you're in is lined with beds not unlike the one you're in; you'll be able to hear other people stirring, coming awake as they respond to the pulse too, and... ...And it will soon become evident that whatever just happened, something is wrong. Whatever your response may be to waking up in a low-lit room full of people is going to be highly amplified, the emotion rubbing your nerves raw in a way that makes you feel like you're experiencing it for the first time, and whenever you manage to sit up, you'll feel something...strange on your head, tickling the sides of your face, and as you turn your head a little you'll catch a glimpse of an odd, synthetic-looking green. A wig...? Your clothes, too, are different from whatever you remember last (because whatever you remember last, it wasn't this room, it wasn't this place - ); they feel warm, designed to withstand cold weather, and if you throw the blankets off at any point (or even just pause to look beneath them) you'll be greeted with an outfit made of thick material that's alternating parts black and white and glossy silver, with an emblem inscribed on the chest - a G inscribed in gold and black. Whatever's happening here, you aren't given much time to dwell on it; everyone here seems about as confused as you are. There are twenty-four of you in the room altogether, and you're all going through the same thing; whatever you're experiencing, the door is closed, so at least you're experiencing it in relative privacy. For now. It isn't long before a voice can be heard, soft but agitated-sounding, as though trying very hard to not awaken everyone in the building; it sounds like a man, and you can hear his footfalls pause just outside your door as he speaks to someone else, voice soft and androgynous. "And you're sure they're gone?" "Yes, Commander." "And don't you think something should be done about that...?" "Right away, sir." With that, the man and whomever he was speaking to can be heard parting ways, one moving rapidly down a corridor and the other pausing, shifting a bit before eventually moving on himself. You have several options. I. You can sit here for a while and get to know each other, seeing as none of you know what happened. That might be a good idea, all things considered, and as long as the door remains closed there's no rush. It's the middle of the night, after all, and it isn't as though anyone is going to come looking - despite the urgent conversation outside, there isn't any alarm going off, nor is there any reason for most of the building to be on high alert. II. You can explore the building. Should you do that, you'll find several winding corridors leading to what look like dorms, with several rooms containing sleeping people and areas such as formal break rooms; exploring a little further will let you find conference rooms and other large, empty spaces that don't seem to have much of a purpose. There are signs and notices in several places referring to "Team Galactic" and its protocol, all adorned with the same emblem that's on your clothes. Some of these corridors also lead to doors that are, unfortunately, locked and staying that way; some of them lead to people dressed exactly like you, bizarre wig and all. They seem to be a little strange, however; they'll greet you, and they'll speak to you if spoken to, but they look odd and dead behind the eyes and there's not much to their answers, and asking them about preferences or any personal information will just net you a blank stare. It's going to be a long strange journey through the building, but at least you're traveling light; you don't seem to have any belongings with you - save for the outfit you woke up in and the red and white capsule attached to your belt... III. You can also pause to try to figure out what's going on with those capsules. They each contain something very important to you, after all - a creature that seems to have been assigned to you specifically. They don't seem to have anything on them indicating a name or another person that owns them, at any rate, so it's probably safe to assume it's yours. That said, something seems decidedly wrong with it - it seems alarmingly apathetic, the look in its eyes dull and resigned as opposed to alert and emotive, and while it's willing to follow you (it's almost a bit too willing to follow you, it will stay close by your side in the manner of a dog trained to heel if you try to walk away from it) it doesn't seem to be due to any sort of genuine affection. It's all very...sterile, for lack of a better term. Welcome to Sinnoh. Glory to Team Galactic. [OOC: Welcome to Azume! Feel free to use this log to get to know one another iCly; you can use the prompts given or come up with your own, though for now you're confined to the building. The Commanders are currently not present in the building (anywhere that you can find them, anyway). For now, have fun getting your bearings.]

Comments

[greydients]

I.

[When Rey awakens, it's not the environment she's in that registers first, nor is it the new outfit or the bizarre wig. It's the fact that, with her awakening, something incredibly important to her seems to have returned to slumber.

She's cut off from the Force. It's gone, and she appears to be in a similar situation.]

Where....where am I...?

[The room is sterile, cold and grey - she doesn't like the answer her thoughts lead her to. The First Order. Could they have captured her, done something to her to cut her connection to the Force? Where were all her companions? The Falcon? What had happened to Finn, to Poe, to Leia? Did Ben-Kylo Ren, he wasn't Ben anymore, he'd shown her that-catch up to her? Was this his revenge?

Rey can feel her emotions surging through her body, her blood pressure rising rapidly, her breath-

Breathe. Just breathe.

Breathe. Yes...that was what Luke Skywalker had taught her, wasn't it? Even without the Force...at least she could remember what little he'd taught her.

If you want to interact with Rey, you'll find her roughly removing her blanket and playing with her (utterly ridiculous) wig!]

II/III

[If you happen to be wandering through...whatever the hell this place is, you may find Rey squatting down in front of what looks like...a very strange robot. She's pulled off her wig; it's lying on the floor beside her, and she's currently running her hands along the body of the robot, a quizzical expression on her face.]

I've never seen tech like this...what sort of droid are you....

[The droid doesn't seem all that inclined to answer her question, instead choosing to remain still and simply say 'Golett' in a deep, monotonous-but strangely un-robotic-voice. That doesn't seem to help much, though; if anything, Rey's brow furrows further.]

I've never heard your language before. Are you sure you don't speak Binary?

[Apparently not, because all that questions earns is another soft 'Golett'. Care to help?]

II/III

[hyruglyphics]

[ . . . Okay no this is way way ore important than anything else she's been up to. Zelda might have been making her way around the base (trying clumsily to get the wig back on which is hard with all this hair) but to hear someone say that there is a language that is spoken by technology is- ]

There is a language for technology?

[ Yes. Oops. That. ... She didn't manage to introduce herself to this one yet did she? ]

[greydients]

[Rey had heard the newcomer approaching, and was about to warn her not to get any closer-

...but the question she's asking is so bizarre that it actually renders her momentarily speechless. She'd understand if they were on somewhere like Jakku - where technology wasn't all that easy to obtain - but in this modern looking base?

...maybe it's a trick. Best to be cautious.]

Of course. Have you never heard a droid speak?

[hyruglyphics]

I confess I don't know the word droid - but if you mean automatons, such as the Guardians - no, I have not. [ A beat... ] Though I did hear Robbie perfected technology to allow for that.

[ See she's... aware of things. ]

[greydients]

[You don't...know the word 'droid'....

...????????]

You don't know what a droid is?

[Because she sure doesn't know what an 'automaton' is. This is...bizarre.]

Which planet are you from, exactly?

[hyruglyphics]

[ ? ? ? ]

If you're saying they are technology, I can probably deduce what they mean...? You mean the sort which can move and act on its own accord, to some extent?

[ But uh... ]

... I am from Hyrule, but I do not know what you mean by planet.

1/2

[greydients]

[...

...]

2/2

[greydients]

...are you saying you don't know what a planet is...?

[WHERE IS THE FORCE WHEN YOU NEED IT]

I.

[bloodspent]

[Well, that sure as hell looked like a moment of panic followed by trying very hard not to. He'll approach her after giving her a moment, anyway.]

Hey. You doing okay?

[greydients]

[Rey is very much not doing okay, but at least her laboured breathing has calmed somewhat. Her eyes are darting around the room, however, and it takes a moment for them to finally settle on Jake.

Her gaze is wary - everyone here is a First Order operative until proven otherwise, but to be fair...most FO members wouldn't bother asking her something like that.

...she'll remain cautious regardless.]

I'm fine. Just...confused.

[Which is both true and something of a massive understatement. What was with this stupid wig?]

Where are we?

[bloodspent]

[His ended up on the floor within the first couple seconds, so you're doing a bit better than he is, at least.]

Nowhere I recognize, that's for sure. It's not the first time I've woken up someplace I don't know in clothes that aren't mine, but this place is new to me.

[greydients]

[In her panic, Rey hadn't realized that the other inhabitants of the room appeared to be as bothered by their new surroundings as she was; at Jake's comment, her shoulders seem to release some of their tension.

Some, anyway.]

So you don't work for the First Order?

[Rey won't completely trust the answer, regardless of what it is...although there is a part of her that's comforted by the thought that she isn't alone. Said thought is quickly buried; if she dwells on the fact that she's ended up dumped in an unfamiliar, unpleasant place for the second time in her short life, all her breathing exercises will be for nought.]

[bloodspent]

[That is just getting the blankest of looks.]

First order of what?

[I mean.]

I dunno, lady, I've worked for a lot of people. Some of 'em were more up-front than others. So - never heard of anything like it, doesn't mean I've never taken their money. Right now, though? I'm not working for anyone.

[greydients]

[Ah. Jake's response doesn't seem to phase her - if anything, it's calmed her down further. Roughly pulling the green wig off her head and shaking her hair back into position, Rey swings herself properly upright and positions herself on the edge of her bed, facing her new...

...acquaintenace? That'll do for now.]

Are you a bounty hunter, then? You seem the sort.

[Hunters occasionally stopped at Niima outpost, pursuing one target or another - it was amazing how many fugutives tried disappearing into the sands of Jakku. Alternatively...]

That, or a mercenary.

[If that is the case...could this be a First Order prison?

That didn't quite explain the wigs or outfits, though....]

II/III

[fatalstrikes]

[Yuri was just sort of wandering by with Roc at his heels, but he pauses when he notices Rey and the Golett.]

...What's binary?

[yuri she wasn't talking to you...]

[greydients]

[Pausing her ministrations, Rey turns to face the stranger and his-

...

...whatever that is. Definitely not a droid like hers, anyway.

Adding to her confusion is his apparent confusion.]

You've never heard of Binary? You know, Droidspeak? How they-

[-and she'll incline her head towards the 'Golett' droid-]

-communicate.

[fatalstrikes]

Nope, never heard of it. As far as I know, machines like that don't talk. Though yours seems a little different.

[It definitely spoke?? This is something that would fascinate Rita, he's sure, but it's waaaay beyond his understanding.]

[greydients]

[That answer doesn't abate any of Rey's confusion.]

You're unfamiliar with talking droids?

[Even Jakku had the odd droid here and there - although they always seemed to end up in the hands of Unkar Plutt.]

Which planet are you from?

[fatalstrikes]

I fought a machine sorta like this once? It was a lot larger and more like a puppet running on a blastia.

[He shrugs a bit, though her question is... uh...]

Planet?

[sorry, rey]

[greydients]

Yes, planet. Where you come from.

[...did she stutter or something]

ii/iii

[factorization]

So you think they're robots.

[Actually, that kind of makes sense as she looks down at the Bounsweet in her arms. The lack of emotions seems to indicate that perhaps emotions weren't programmed into it. Or something like that. Not that she really knows how robots work.]

I actually am curious what language they speak. Every creature sounds different...

[greydients]

[By now, the sight of others dressed in the strange uniform are no longer causing Rey alarm - she's still cautious, but not to the point of wanting a weapon in her hands.

So the appearance of this new woman - with her odd little droid - isn't welcome, per say, but it's not exactly unwelcome either. Rey doesn't turn to face Alice when she responds, instead continuing to run her hands down Golett's body.]

Well I don't know what else they could be. It is strange, though...

[Frowning, she rests her hands on its belly.]

Whatever this material is, it's not any metal I've ever seen. It almost feels like...stone, or clay. Like this thing was carved from the side of a mountain.

[But that wouldn't make any sense. Finally turning to face Alice properly, Rey straigtens up and observes the little robot in her arms with interest.]

Does yours speak another language, then? Could you get it to say a few words? I know a couple of different ones.

[factorization]

[She looks down at her creature as Rey describes the texture of the one she was assigned.]

Mine feels like a living plant more than anything. Maybe I should eat it.

[Even at her dark sense of humor, the creature doesn't shift at all almost like it truly doesn't understand her. A shame because it really is super cute. But she does bounce the creature in her arms a bit as it produces a few sounds that sound like 'bouncesweet' and variations thereof.]

That's all I can get it to say, though. Nothing that sounds like a human language.

[greydients]

...I probably wouldn't eat it.

[Not yet, anyway. Come back when starvation really sets in and she could definitely compromise.

...well, regardless of how appetizing the little creature is, those sounds it makes are...just sounds. Shaking her head, Rey places her hands on her hips and sighs.]

Just noise, like mine. I don't understand it.

[In some way, she'd almost prefer being on a First Order ship. At least then she'd know what was going on.]

I take it you also have no idea where we are?

[factorization]

You'd be correct. I haven't a clue as to our whereabouts.

[She walks around a bit, trying to see if there's any defining marks to their surroundings, but no. There's nothing recognizable about this place. She appears to look disheartened than upset by not knowing where they are despite her calm composure.]